Because he was angry about the loss and was provoked by the players to hit the fans, he was taken to the police station to record his statement. It was at night that Cao Jingheng missed his wife and went home, otherwise he would have been busy.
Early in the morning, before the sun rose and the sky was still gray, the couple sneaked back to their own room from the guest room like thieves. They glanced at the clock hanging on the wall and saw that it was only four fifty. Little Peanut was sleeping soundly in bed alone.
Cao Jingheng felt a little regretful. If he had known that Xiaohuasheng was still sleeping so soundly, he should not have let his wife go so easily. It has been almost a month, and it is rare for him to have a chance to eat meat.
Pulling Shen An Ning who was about to go to bed and hug his son, just by looking at the man's eyes, Shen An Ning knew what he wanted to do. He glared at the dishonest man and whispered: "That's enough. I don't have to go to work today. I have to go to school after lunch. Besides, my waist is very sore. Come up and massage it for me." Men in their thirties are not easy to mess with, especially men like Cao Jingheng who still maintain a fitness habit after retiring. They can't afford to mess with them at all. Besides, after a whole day and night, even an iron man can't stand it.
Sleeping on the outermost bed, he massaged his wife for a while, and then fell asleep quickly while hugging his sweet and soft wife.
When Peanut woke up, he looked at his mother beside him, so happy that he moved closer to Shen Anning's arms. Then he saw his father's big black hand. He wanted to move his father's hand away with disgust, but unfortunately he was too weak. He was so tired that he was sweating, and Cao Jingheng's hand didn't move at all.
The angry kid hit his father's big hand twice, which hurt him so much that he huddled on his mother's shoulder with tears in his eyes.
In fact, Cao Jingheng woke up when his son hit him. Having been a soldier for so many years and working in the police force for so many years, he still had some vigilance. When he heard the little boy sobbing, he couldn't help but smile bitterly. After all, he was his own son, and he had to be responsible for comforting him after he had brought pain upon himself.
She got up and made a cup of milk for Peanut, and wiped his face with a hot towel. "Why are you crying? Be quiet, mommy is still sleeping."
Peanut, who was being taken care of by Cao Jingheng, felt a little embarrassed when he thought about how good his father had been to him over the past few days. "Dad, I'm sorry."
Cao Jingheng, who was wiping his son's face, was startled. He carefully avoided his wife who was sleeping soundly and picked up the little boy. "Does your hand hurt, huh?"
"It hurts, Daddy, your flesh is so hard."
He was amused by the little guy's aggrieved tone, patted his son's little butt, and seeing that the little guy looked a bit like his mother when he grew up, Cao Jingheng couldn't help but kiss the little guy's fair and tender face.
I don’t know why, even though I sleep with Shen An Ning, my son’s smell is fragrant, but why doesn’t he smell the same?
I took my son to the toilet and made the little guy comfy. It was only six o'clock, and he couldn't fall asleep. I put Peanut to bed and said, "Come to Mommy's arms. Be quiet and don't disturb your mommy's sleep. The milk is no longer hot. Daddy is out to buy breakfast. Drink the milk yourself. Don't waste it. You won't grow tall if you don't drink milk, don't you know?"
Ever since Peanut started eating normal meals, he has been particularly resistant to milk. Every time, someone has to talk him into it, and only after getting the little guy's assuring nod will Cao Jingheng get dressed and prepare to go out to buy breakfast.
The aunt doesn't need to come in the morning, and now the food sold outside is very healthy, and homemade food is just so-so, so the Cao family buys breakfast outside three to four days out of seven days a week.
My wife loves beef pies, my grandparents love tofu pudding, water chestnut biscuits and fried dough sticks. Peanut's breakfast is egg custard with vegetable noodles. Cao Jingheng often makes it for his son and it is all cooked.
After finishing breakfast with the family, looking at Shen Anning who was still a little tired, this was the sequelae of staying up late. She was very energetic at night, but very sleepy during the day. "Wife, I will come back for lunch at noon and take you to school."
As soon as he entered the police station, he saw his colleagues on duty, panting heavily as they sat at their desks eating breakfast. Cao Jingheng walked over and asked, "Xiao Liu, those guys didn't cause any more trouble last night, did they?"
"Deputy Director, they didn't cause any trouble, but we received countless calls at night. Some were from fans, some were from their families, one after another, without interruption."
Last night we were afraid that someone might cause trouble, so we took all the arrested people back to the General Administration. There was nothing we could do about it. The General Administration is large and has a lot of staff, so it can withstand the pressure from all sides.
"Okay, I understand. The confession has been recorded. How is the family background check going? Send me a copy later."
The police station's duty room was ringing non-stop with three consecutive meetings starting at 8:30 that morning. Eighty thousand fans—it wasn't that they didn't want to fight, but that their seats wouldn't allow them to! If everyone sat in the front rows, I'm afraid those athletes wouldn't even be able to survive.
So I heard that some fans were arrested for throwing a few stones in protest. This is intolerable. It is intolerable. Not organizing a street march is being polite.
Fang Zhigang sat in the main seat and looked at the people below. "Everyone, please express your opinions and see what we should do. The British are also keeping an eye on us and are putting pressure on government departments through the embassy."
It's normal to be in a bad mood after losing a game, and there's nothing wrong with cursing people. There's nothing wrong with dragging three generations of ancestors into cursing others. But if you resort to violence and hurt people, there are many aspects involved. What's more, among the group of people who beat people up, there are several children of leaders. This matter is really getting more and more chaotic.
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